, the soft soil here in coastal florida. things have a way of coming up. things buried in the ground and the past, or both. it was july of 2003, beaches quiet, snow birds back up north. no one noticed first what was started inland in a town called pembroke pines where donna, a rookie really, just been assigned a cold case unit. >> the sergeant came into the office and dropped a box of papers right on my desk and said here, what see what you can do with this. i began to wonder, is this a test to see, could she really do this? >> but the case was a challenge was an understatement. now the forgotten mystery. the disappearance of a young man named david jackson and the file offered no hint, no pointers, nothing beyond the basic bio. to unearth the truth, even the rookie cop knew she would have to learn about the victim. so she began with something easy. she found david jackson's mother, judy carlson, found judy's son, actually, who called his mom. are you sitting? i said yes, she said, they reopened david's case. the detective and the mother talked about david for hours. wasn't a problem
